Run Dingo

[Verse 1: Nooky]
Sometimes it hurts when I look into the eyes of my daughter
'Cause I know the pain that lays in wait when we take this corner
I put the weight of the world on my back tryna break these chains
So she don't carry my trauma, and she's only four
So how the fuck can I warn her? That she might called a boong
She might get called coon, and the school teachers won't teach the truth
She'll have white friends
And they'll have different views, wholе world's confused
Do you know what that's like, when thеir blessing is your curse?
And that's the privilege of being white
Now here's the part where they'll say I'm as white as them
See, I was called a black cunt by the white kids but the black kids never called me a white one
Now the fights on, pick a side, pick the right one, 'cause when it's said and done
And truth comes to light, that's the side you'll die on
See, I couldn't give a fuck if they change the day or not, and I use my pain to paint a lot
Fuckin' right it takes a toll tryna save the lost, now fuck that off, uh (Fuck it off, uh)

[Interlude: Nooky]
You see
If you let them control your emotions
That's when you become a slave
And that's their greatest weapon, well, fuck that

[Chorus: i.amsolo]
I said run, dingo (Oh, dingo)
Run (Na-na-na-na)
There's a price upon your head (There's a price)
Run (Upon your head, there's a price, price)
I said run, dingo (Oh no, na)
Run (Na-na-na)
There's a price upon your head (There's a price)
Run (Oh-oh)

[Verse 2: Nooky]
Fuck that, let 'em feel my hurt, rose grown from the bloodied earth
Odds stacked up from the day of birth, made half the pay for twice the work
Still tryna figure out how much I'm worth, is that ten years less?
Or a hundred thou' plus? What I gotta say it to get through to cunts?
Still no love for us, but I got no hate for them
Hands firm, I pray for them, is it too late? Can we start again?
Let's get it right, if there's two sides, I don't know yours and you don't know mine
I've got pain, you've got pride, all the shame they fuckin' hide
Let's bring to the surface, give these words some purpose
Try heal that hurtin', one thing that's certain
I couldn't fuck about Southern Cross or Union Jack, white, yellow, brown, brindle, black
Lies and facts, the past, present, and future's black
'Cause I hate the fight and I hate this song, who's gonna tell 'em we got it wrong?
Who's gonna fix it? Who's the hero? Who's the villain? Who's the victim?
Argh, they stole that wisdom
And the children they took held the keys to the kingdom, fuck

[Chorus: i.amsolo]
I said run, dingo (Oh, dingo)
Run (Na-na-na-na)
There's a price upon your head (There's a price)
Run (Upon your head, there's a price, price)
I said run, dingo (Oh no, na)
Run (Na-na-na)
There's a price upon your head (There's a price)
Run (Oh-oh)

[Outro: i.amsolo]
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